Chapter 519 The Peacock
Alexander heard the comment, and a smirk played at the corner of his lips.
Just as he expected, they got it all wrong.
Alexander picked up the bowl of soup, grinning. "Thanks, Mr. Sinclair. My back's been killing me today, so this soup should help."
Gordon chuckled and patted his shoulder. "You young folks have all that energy, but you gotta take it easy sometimes."
"Got it, Mr. Sinclair." With that, Alexander tilted his head back and downed the entire bowl of soup.
Sophia looked at them, confused. "Dad, what did you give him? Why didn't I get any?"
Gordon laughed. "This one's for the guys. You can have the chicken soup."
Sophia immediately caught on.
She glared at Alexander. "Don't you dare say anything weird in front of my dad. Nothing happened last night."
Alexander shook his head, looking pitiful. "I didn't say a word. Don't worry, even if it kills me, I won't spill a thing."
Sophia gritted her teeth.
This jerk was doing it on purpose. The more he talked, the worse it sounded.
Forget it, Sophia didn't want to explain anymore.
Let him be.
After breakfast, Alexander drove Sophia to the film studio.
As soon as the car stopped, Edgar called, "Sophia, why'd you two leave without me?"
Sophia turned to Alexander. "Didn't you say Edgar left early? Why is he still at your place?"
Alexander played dumb. "He hasn't left yet? My security cameras showed he left an hour ago. Must be Sebastian's faulty products. I'll deal with him later. Don't be mad."
"Alexander, do you think I'm stupid? You did this on purpose."
Alexander smiled and ruffled her hair. "Don't be mad. I've already arranged for my assistant to pick him up. It won't delay your shoot."
"Alexander, stay away from me from now on."
"Sophia, you slept with me last night. Aren't you going to take responsibility?"
Sophia gritted her teeth. "What responsibility, Mr. Cross? Even if we did sleep together, I wouldn't take responsibility."
"You heartless woman, sleeping with me and then denying it."
Alexander ruffled her hair again, smiling. "There's a party at Bianca's tonight. I've got a dress ready for you. I'll pick you up."
"No need, I'll go with Edgar."
Hearing this, Alexander's eyes darkened. He grabbed Sophia's chin and leaned down to bite her gently, his voice low and husky. "If you dare bring him, I'll deal with you."
"Alexander, are you a dog?"
"Yes, and I'm a mad wolf. If anyone touches my girl, I'll bite them to death."
"I'm not your girl, you are."
"Want me to take off my pants and show you if I'm a boy or a girl?"
With that, Alexander pretended to unbutton his pants.
Sophia quickly escaped from the car.
Watching her flee, Alexander's lips curved in satisfaction.
Sophia ran to the studio entrance and saw Betsy approaching.
"Sophia, why are you running so fast?"
"A dog was chasing me."
Betsy looked back, puzzled. "I don't see any dog. Are you sure?"
Sophia glanced back and saw Alexander sitting in the car, watching her leisurely.
She glared at him and pulled Betsy inside.
As soon as they entered the set, someone called out, "Sophia, someone sent you flowers. Are they from Mr. Cross? It's a huge bouquet of roses."
Sophia saw the champagne roses on the table, and all her anger towards Alexander vanished.
No woman could resist flowers, especially when they're from someone she liked.
Sophia smiled and ran over, curiously picking up the card nestled among the flowers.
But as soon as she opened the card, she saw a photo inside.
It was another bloody picture of Daisy, even more horrifying than the one from last night.
Sophia quickly threw it in the trash.
She stood there, her face pale.
Betsy saw Sophia's reaction and rushed over. "Sophia, what's wrong?"
Sophia's breath was unsteady. "Throw these flowers away."
"Throw them away? Why? They're so beautiful. Are you fighting with Mr. Cross?"
"No, he didn't send them. Someone's playing a prank. Help me find out who sent them."
Betsy immediately understood.
"Okay, I'll throw them away now. Don't worry, it might just be a prank from a hater."
Sophia sat down and took a sip of water.
She felt it wasn't that simple.
Meanwhile, Alexander watched Sophia enter the studio and immediately called his assistant.
"How's the investigation going?"
"Mr. Cross, Daisy was involved with several wealthy heirs and socialites. Once they found out she was a fraud, they all cut ties with her. Only one person stayed in touch, Ralph Cook, one of her admirers."
Alexander frowned. "Where is he?"
"His family says Ralph went abroad, but our records show he's still in the country."
"Find him. I want him located."
"Yes, Mr. Cross."
Alexander hung up and lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag.
This person knew Sophia's home address and her daily routine.
It meant he had been stalking her for a long time.
The thought of someone following Sophia made Alexander's jaw clench.
Until this person was caught, Sophia would remain in danger.
At six o'clock.
Sophia had just finished her last scene when she saw Alexander standing at the door in a silver-gray suit.
His hair was slicked back, with a few strands falling over his forehead.
His deep eyes held a faint smile.
Alexander stood there like a peacock in full display, exuding an air of courtship.
Before Sophia could react, Alexander walked over to her.
He handed her a cup of iced milk tea.
Leaning close to her ear, he whispered, "You need to take it easy. Look how exhausted you are. I can take care of you."
Sophia took the milk tea and drank several gulps.
It was scorching today, and her costume was complicated.
Plus, the last scene involved stunts, and it took over ten takes to get it right.
Sophia was utterly exhausted.
She didn't want to say a word.
She just wanted to drink her iced milk tea.
Seeing her like this, Alexander gently ruffled her hair, his voice soft. "Drink slowly. Drinking cold drinks too fast can hurt your stomach."
He wrapped his arm around her and led her to the dressing room.
At the door, Alexander saw Edgar already dressed in a suit, waiting.
Seeing Edgar so well-dressed, Alexander glared at him. "It's not a date. Why are you dressed up?"
Edgar smiled faintly and said, "Sophia is so beautiful. I have to dress well to match her. Otherwise, it wouldn't be right."
"Matching or not, she's mine. You're just a sidekick."
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